Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Friday, Feb. 06, 2004 - 4:54 a.m.
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I Wish I Could Say
I wish I could say I don't cry anymore.
I wish I could say that I don't think of her anymore.
That I don't read about people's valentines plans, and their fireplay plans, their travel to see lovers plans and their cuddling plans, their dancing plans and their playrole negotiations, and that my throat doesnt choke anymore. That I don't have to fight back tears in my eyes anymore.
I wish that I could say I don't have dreams anymore. Dreams where I am in another city, or another place, where I am stood up and turned away from. Dreams that leave me sad and rejected and feeling resigned.
I wish I could say I don't sob at night before going to sleep anymore. Holding my pillow and trying not to imagine her soft skin.
I wish I could say that I don't imagine her stroking that domme's leg anymore with devotion while I sit alone. That I don't see her face angry at me because I wasn't wanted there.
I wish I could say that I don't imagine anymore the webpages I found of my body on display for the pleasure of a third party, that showed I was betrayed at the start as well as at the end.
I wish I could say that tears don't drop on my newspaper sometimes reading articles that remind me of her.
I wish that when people speak of reading stories to people, that I could say I don't imagine her head on my shoulder as I read aloud.
I wish I could say that I don't see her sometimes in my mind when I look at others in my dance class.
Or wonder how I'll deal when I see her face again. I cannot think of that without crumbling into tears.
I am doing fine. I am feeling happy and strong and proud of myself. I am starting to see other people instead of being blind to them. I am starting to forget.
But I wish I could say it was all over.
And I cannot.
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